go around like this either.” He motioned to her swollen pussy. “So to my mind, we have two options. One, I can shoot my seed on your pussy mound like I did our first night together—”
“Oh, but that’s so risky,” Penelope protested. “I mean, because, well…” She bit her lip. “In order to heal me with your seed, you’d have to, uh, shoot inside me as well as on the outside. At least a little way. Because I have pain on…on the inside, too.”
“Let me see,” V commanded.
Her cheeks got pink and he felt another wave of shame coming from her but she allowed him to spread her legs wider and peer into the mouth of her soft little pussy.
Sure enough, the redness and swelling extended inside, V saw. The poor little female was really in a bad way.
“All right,” he said at last, nodding. “I could put just the head of my shaft near your entrance and come inside you, I guess—”
“But you might get me pregnant!” Penelope protested. “I’ve, uh, seen how hard you shoot and how much you, um, produce when you, uh, orgasm,” she went out, her cheeks getting pinker and pinker. “If you actually shoot inside me, it’ll probably go pretty far and I’ll get pregnant for sure.”
“Actually, you can’t get pregnant by a Kindred warrior unless you’re bonded to him,” V informed her.
“Bonded?” She frowned. “I know a little bit about Kindred mating habits, but I haven’t been working with them for long. Does it have to do with your, uh, mating fist?” She gestured at his crotch, her cheeks getting even redder.
“My mating fist and my stinger,” V told her and saw her blanch.
“What…what does it have to do with that?” she asked in a faint voice. It was clear she definitely still feared his stinger. Well, he had promised not to use it on her until she asked him to, he reminded himself. It seemed that time was still far in the future.
“In order to bond you to me—and get you pregnant—I’d have to have my mating fist all the way inside your pussy, filling you with my seed at the exact moment I was stinging you and injecting my lust-honey,” V explained. “So you see, just putting the head of my shaft inside your pussy and coming inside you can’t give you a big belly.”
“It still seems like an awful risk. What about all the crazy hormones in my system from the Mother’s Milk?” Penelope asked. “I think they’re supposed to make me extra fertile or something.”
V frowned, considering.
“You got me there,” he admitted at last. “I honestly don’t know if that changes things or makes you more likely to get pregnant or not.” He shrugged. “But since we don’t know, I guess that leaves us with option number two.”
“Option number two?” Penelope got a little crease between her eyebrows. “What’s that?”
“I’ll have to heal you,” V told her.
“Heal me?” Her eyebrows shot up. “You mean like you healed my burn scar?” She pointed down to his initial on her left breast, which was still full of nectar, V saw with a frown. He needed to tend to her. “Heal me with your mouth?”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “Why—is that a problem?”
“Well, I mean…” She looked vastly uncomfortable and once again V felt conflicting emotions coming from her. Shame and embarrassment mixed with an incredibly strong desire.
He remembered suddenly, how he had felt that same surge of desire from her when he’d talked about going down on her before. Penelope wanted to feel his tongue in her pussy—wanted to feel him lapping her tender little cunt—but for some reason she was also incredibly reluctant to let him do exactly that.
She craved something she thought she didn’t deserve or shouldn’t have.
“What is it, baby?” V looked at her intently. “What’s wrong? Why are you ashamed to let me lick your soft little pussy?”
“V’rex!” She looked away from his eyes, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened.
“Well?” He waited patiently, wanting to understand her.
“I…I just…” She shook her head.
“I can tell you want it,” he murmured. Leaning down, he laid a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, making Penelope jump. “But you’re ashamed to want it. Why?”
“My…” She cleared her throat. “My thighs. They’re not exactly thin, you know?”
“Gods, I know it.” V dropped another kiss on her inner thigh. “So fucking thick and gorgeous,” he growled. “What male wouldn’t want to dive between such luscious thighs?”
Penelope gave him a surprised look, as